This is my ultimate obsession... my French Bulldog Pipi (yes, I know what her name means in French and it's quite appropriate).
I would even see Frenchies used in window displays!
After that visit, I made it my mission to find a Frenchie of my very own. And this is the little girl I found. Pipi is now seven years old. (In this photo she is modeling her coat designed and constructed by me).
Frenchies are becoming very popular in our neighborhood of St. Paul. They are described as little clowns in a philosopher's robe. Here Pipi is shown with house guests Tayto and Belle.
How can you not love a Frenchie?
As with the Grey Squirrel, Frenchies inhabit St Paul because they are unable or unwilling to swim the river to the Western Plains. Here in Minneapolis, sporting and working breeds survive and thrive. Is Pipi able to perform useful tasks?- fetch anything other than a duck terrine? Survive in winter without chic fleecewear? Exactamento! Eileen, I had forgotten we have a shared past w/Julius Augustus Caesar. Bon! Rock on. -tomo
Basil The Great Dane
9/9/2008 10:03:31 pm
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